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| unfold: the girl who put gum wrapper in her mouth, folded it with her tongue into origami creatures.� You imagine what kissing her would be like, what she would fold the inside of you into, unfold, new shapes.� in a car to her, off the autobahn, but lost, unfolding a map into larger paper squares, the place where you need unfold again, more detail, put fingers on black dot of city, pull apart, and again, like Russian doll of two dimensions.� map expanding specific,� unfold, unfold, more names, more streets, larger lettering.� the driver's side, dash, and back is full, can no longer see the road, the map pushes and trails out the windows, like paper smoke from a explosion of cartography.� map drawn neighborhoods, unfold, streets, houses, and finally you see her in a window.� push your arm through the white map flatness and she sees in the somewhere a hand, with folded paper fingers, through a small sky ripping, crumpling, and wave. but you know you are lost to her now completely, in the idea and density of distance. | ||